Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them. Also don't own the Highlander immortality theme.
Genre: Gen (however, if you want to read more into it, you can)
Word Count: 5 x 100
Spoilers: 05x07 Requiem
Challenge: ncis_drabble; Current Challenge #120 Sweet; Past Challenges #100 Hundreds, #119 Beginnings,#107 Kiss, #96 Electricity
Crossposted: ncis_drabble; ncisfanfic; gibbs_dinozzo; gibbsbasement
Summary: Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.
Gibbs paused in his work when he felt the tingle in the base of his spine signaling the presence of another immortal. It had been years since any immortal had just walked into his home unannounced, but he had a good idea who was about to appear at the top of the stairs. A whistle of appreciation reached his ears just as the smile of the man he hadn’t seen for far too long came into view.
“Sweet, Boss! I came here expecting another boat and you’ve got a spaceship instead. How do you plan to get this one out?”
Tony was uncertain how he could bring up the subject in conversation with Gibbs. Ever since Gibbs’ first death, Tony had not been able to read the man as well as he use to. Tony was just over three hundred years old and he still didn’t have a decent way to inform a person that they were unable to have children or, in Gibbs’ case, the daughter he lost could not have been his.
After running a hand over his face, he pushed the door open and walked into Gibbs’ house and smiled at the gun barrel that greeted him.
“You can break a man’s neck for God’s sake, so what the hell is wrong with learning to use a sword? I guess it is true that you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”
“Who you calling old, DiNozzo?” Gibbs questioned as his hand connected with the back on Tony’s head.
“I may be old, boss, but I still look good,” Tony smiled as he handed Gibbs his sword.
Gibbs grunted as he took position in order to begin the drill again. He intended to wipe that smile off DiNozzo’s face if it was the last thing he did.
‘Don’t make me kiss you, Boss.’ Tony rubbed his eyes as he thought back to that moment on the dock; the moment he knew that Gibbs was about to die and there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop it. He had known that Gibbs was a pre-immortal since that fateful meeting over a dead petty officer in Baltimore. When Gibbs offered him a job at NCIS, Tony couldn’t refuse; he wanted to be there for the other man when the time came. Taking a deep breath, he walked into the house and shuddered when he felt Gibbs’ presence.
Tony sank to the ground as the electricity coursing through his body finally subsided. The time immediately following a quickening was what he hated the most. The rush of the challenge, the thrill of the fight, the heart stopping moment when the opponent’s head was severed… those he could handle. When it was all over, he was left with a dead body, a severed head and the lingering question in his mind whether he could’ve avoided it.
Wincing at the fried cell he pulled from his pocket, he walked to the closest payphone. “Hey Duck. How’s my favorite Watcher tonight?”